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Crackers and Chowder Harmonize!
(See Recipes Below)
Soup Satisfies!
There’* not one dish In any cook
ing repertory that can even come
close to nil the
place of soup. It
can be the appe
tite - tickler to
start the meal,
or a light, in
spired concoction
to do for lunch
eon, or a steam
tng hot. sturdy soup to be the meat,
the vegetable and the main dish (or
• cool night's dinner while the wind
blows hard outside.
If any crisis arises as far as your
own point - ration allowance, then
■tart exploring the fascinating pos
sibilities of a few mealy bones, cel
ery leaves, pungent onion, and a
■pray of parsley, chives, marjoram
or chevril. Fat, cozy tureens of
■oup will ward off any hunger now j
■s they have always done when food
supplies are slender.
There’s no doubt that the tureen
will again become a part of your
kitchen equipment—at least for the
duration. You can make delicious
■oup out of almost anything—and
soup can make the meal If you serve
It with plenty of unrationed crack- j
era. There are literally all kinds of
these to go with any soup you care
to name.
Here’s a fish chowder that is rich,
■avory and thoroughly satisfying.
Serve it with common or pilot crack
ers to make the meal. Or, if you
prefer, oyster crackers, the round
testy type, saltines or plain soda
crackers—any one will be a natural
accompaniment:
•Fish Chowder.
(Serves 8)
8 pounds haddock or cod
8 potatoes, sliced
8 medium-sized onions, chopped
8 slices salt pork, diced
8 crackers
1 quart milk
1 pint cream
1 tablespoon butter or margarine
Salt and pepper
Cook fish in boiling water until
done. Remove fish from water and
cook potatoes and
onions in fish wa
ter until soft. Fry
salt pork until
crisp. Skin and
bone fish and add
with pork scraps,
to chowder. Soak
split crackers in
milk. Ileat milk and cream with
crackers, and add to chowder. Add
butter or margarine, salt and pep
per.
Here Is another savory soup which
will make a perfect main dish for
the meal:
Lynn Says:
The Score Card: Now that but
ter baa gone up in point value,
you may have to learn to use oth
er spreads such as margarine.
Be sure to select a margarine
that gives you a definite guaran
tee of the amount of vitamin with
which it is enriched. To color
the margarine, let it soften until
smooth and creamy, add vegeta
ble coloring and blend together.
Let harden before using, if you
want to cut it-in squares.
Butter can also be stretched
with a number of commercial or
other stretchers. Select a stretch
er that gives good consistency
and does not change flavor.
If you’re doing without a great
deal of butter, here’s how: Use
margarines or shortenings for all
cooking or baking. Save bacon
and other drippings to use for
frying. Occasionally, use jams,
Jelly and honey for spreads.
Sandwiches can be spread with
mayonnaise if the butter supply
is low.
Lynn Chambers’ Point-Saving
Menu
•Fish Chowder With Crackers
Tossed Green Salad
Biscuits Jelly
Beverage
Lemon Pie
•Recipe Given
Scotch Broth.
(Serves 16)
% cup dried barley
% cup green, split peas
H pound lamb shank
1 tablespoon salt
3 quarts water
2 leeks or onions, chopped
2 carrots, diced small
1 turnip, diced small
1 pound cabbage, sliced
4 tablespoons finely chopped parsley
1 carrot, grated
Soak peas and barley overnight,
in separate bowls. Place lamb flank
in a large saucepan; add salt and
cold water to cover. Bring to a
boil and simmer 1 hour. Add leeks,
carrots, turnip, cabbage, peas and
barley. Simmer 1 hour. Add pars
ley and grated carrot. Stir well
and serve.
Potatoes and onion are go-togeth
ers in soup. Carry the harmony
even further and serve with the
soup, the round, toasty type of
cracker:
Cream of Potato and Onion Soup.
(Serves 6)
4 onions
4 medium-siced potatoes
2 tablespoons flour
2 tablespoons butter or margarine
3 cups scalded milk
1 tablespoon chopped parsley
Salt and pepper
Boil onions and potatoes together
until tender. Drain, saving 1 cup
of the water. Rub the vegetables
through a coarse strainer. Melt the
butter or margarine, add flour and
blend until smooth. Add milk and
potato-onion water, and combine
with onion and potato pulp. Season
with chopped parsley, salt and pep
per. Beat with egg beater and
serve at once.
Did you know that a cheese type
of cracker is best with the tomato
soups? It brings out the flavor of
the soup better than any other kind
of accompaniment:
Tomato Bisque.
(Serves 6)
4 cups milk
% cup stale bread crumbs
2 *4 cups canned tomatoes
1 small onion
6 cloves
H teaspoon soda
2 teaspoons sugar
4 tablespoons butter or margarine
Pour the scalded milk over the
bread crumbs and rub through a
sieve. Stew the tomatoes with the
seasonings and strain. To the to
matoes, in which the soda has been
dissolved, add the reheated milk
mixture, and last the sugar and but
ter mixture. Serve at once.
A delicious bean soup has been
many a cook's road to fame. It’s
not difficult at all if you make it
this way:
Black Bean Soup.
(Serves 12)
1 pound black beans
2 cloves
2 sprigs thyme or 1 baylcaf
3 quarts water
1 onion, chopped
1 ham bone or & pound salt pork or
4 tablespoons butter or margarine
Dash of salt
Soak beans overnight in cold wa
ter. Rinse and drain beans well.
Place in kettle with rest of ingre
dients. Bring to a boil and let sim
mer 4 hours. Add more water from
time to time, if necessary. Put
through sieve and serve with slice
of lemon and sliced hard-cooked
egg.
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pert answers, enclosing a sell-addressed,
stamped envelope for your reply, at
Western Newspaper Union, 210 South
Desplaines Street, Chicago, Illinois.
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BLACK <
SOMBRERO
ibw CLIFFORD KNIGHT ~
Elsa Chatlleld, Hollywood artist, Is cut
off from the will at her Aunt Kitty, who
died from an overdose of morphine. Bar
ry, an amateur detective, and Hunt Rog
ers, a professional sleuth, go to Mazat
lan, Mexico, on a yacht cruise with Mar
garet and Dwight Nichols. Arriving at
Mazatlan they find that Elsa and her
party have preceded them by plane.
They dine at the rancho of Elsa's fa
ther, Sam Chatlleld, whom Rogers ques
tions about his visit to his sister, Kitty,
on the night she died. The next day
Chatlleld tosses a rotogravure section
Into the sea, but the pieces are picked
up by Reed Barton, who gives them
to Rogers. Chatlleld Is very Indignant
over the Incident.
CHAPTER VI
“Here it is,” said Dwight, pointing.
“Yes,” said Rogers.
I leaned farther forward to see
the picture. It was a reproduction
of a photograph of Elsa; the lov
able personality shone up from the
damp surface. Unmistakably it was
Elsa at her provocative, impish best
That, of course, was as it should be;
but the staggering, incomprehensi
ble part of it all was the child on her
lap. A child apparently about a
year old, seeming normally healthy
and lovely, and, like all babies, a
captivator of the heart. Underneath
the picture were the lines: “Elsa
Chatfleld, whose caricatures have re
cently won wide acclaim, and her
small daughter Mary Frances.”
“Well—that's that, I guess.”
“Yes,” said Rogets, picking up
the torn sheet, and starting below
to his stateroom.
“Barry—” he began. “I—I don’t
understand it.”
“Neither do I, Reed.”
There were many things in that
strange story not understood until
the end. The cruise in the Orizaba
planned for that day was aban
doned; the yacht lay idly at her an
chor. There was no Ashing.
“What do you make of it,
Dwight?” I inquired after lunch that
day. Dwight Nichols shook his head.
“The whole thing is impossible.
The child has been dead now several
years—three or four."
“But how could such a mistake
be made?” asked Margaret, her
dark eyes very earnest.
"Mistakes can usually be ex
plained,” Rogers reminded her. “I
dare say George Rumble, to whom
we must look for the answer, has a
very natural explanation. That,
of course, is aside from other as
pects of the thing. Here’s a family
secret closely guarded for years,
about which neither Elsa nor her
father would talk, broadcast to the
public—”
“Did Sam Chatfleld see the pic
ture?” Margaret interrupted.
Rogers shook his head. “I have
It in my stateroom. Exhibt A, so
to speak, although there are liter
ally thousands of them in existence
elsewhere. In Southern California,
however; not here in Mazatlan.”
But it was not until the morning
of the following day that we ran
across George Rumble. We discov
ered him in the last place we ex
pected to find him—at Sam Chat
fleld’s rancho, sitting idly in the
patio indifferent to the little green
parrakeets screaming in the gnarled
old pepper tree overhead while he
waited for Elsa, The shirt of pink
and white checks was absent, but in
its place was a companion of blue
and white.
“Some of us have been wonder
ing where you got that picture of
Elsa and the baby,” said Rogers.
"I knew somebody would ask that.
Well”—his dark little eyes watched
the movements of a young Indian
girl as she came out of a doorway,
walked straight and slim through
the patio and disappeared into the
kitchen—"there’s lots of ways to get
a picture."
“Elsa didn’t give it to you."
“No.”
“You understand, Rumble,” I be
gan, “there’s only one conclusion to
be drawn, after seeing how Elsa re
acted yesterday when she saw the
picture in the paper.”
"Well—draw it, Barry, if you want
< to. If I say anything to Elsa about
what I’m going to do, she won’t let
me. She'll be going against her
own best interests by telling me I
can’t do it. When you start with a
press agent, you ought to leave it
all in his hands. Elsa’d be just like
her aunt—the one that died. She’d
said to me: 'No, you can’t do that.
You can’t do this. I know what I
want in the paper.' So I says to her
one day: ‘Why’n heck did you hire
me, if you’re going to run it?' That
made her mad and she kicked me
out of her house, and I never did
get my money, either.”
Neither Rogers nor I said any
thing for a moment as we reflected
upon this revelation.
“You knew Elsa's aunt—Kather
ine Chatfleld?”
“I'll say I knew het. She was a
hell-cat and no mistake. She was
the first Job I had in California
when I come out from New York. I
heard they were putting on some
sort of campaign in Pasadena; she
is the chairman. I go to see her
and she says okeh, and we start to
work. But we start fighting, too,
right from the start. I don’t get
my money and I go to see her about
it I tell her I’m going to sue her
and that night she dies. That's the
first time I ever saw the picture of
Elsa and the baby, when we’re set
ting one day at the old gal’s desk
looking up some stuff she wants to
give me. The next time I see it I
pick it up in Elsa's apartment in
Hollywood when I am planning my
campaign for Elsa, the names are
on the back: Elsa and Mary Fran
ces.”
"How did you know it was her
daughter?” asked Rogers.
"Her aunt told me that first time
when I saw the picture. I asked
who it was. That’s why I remember
it a year later when I can use the
picture, see?”
"Didn’t you know that the child
was dead?”
"Dead? The baby?” Rumble ech
oed, slightly aghast. "No, I didn’t
know that. It ain’t none of my
business where the baby is, under
stand, and I don’t ask. All I’m
looking for is something with heart
interest, see? Dead,” he mused.
“Well—that gives me an idea; we
can correct that I’ll get the boys
at the office in Los Angeles to run a
little piece—you know, unfortunate
mistake; picture of brilliant young
caricaturist published last week with
child—Say, that’s fine! We’ll crack
’em again. I tell you it don’t make
no difference what you run, so long
as you keep hammering away at it.”
Rumble’s thoughts were busy with
future publicity, while Rogers sat
Elsa seemed to be flying for her life.
with a curious look in his mild blue
eyes regarding this strange mem
ber of that great and honored body
of men who direct a nation’s thought
and whim.
"You say that Katherine Chatfleld
died that night after you threatened
to sue her for your money?” asked
Rogers.
"Yes. I don’t call till after din
ner, see? This guy—Elsa’s poppa—
and his Mexican wife arrived while
I was still talking with the old gal
in her study. They don’t know
me now, but I don’t forget people.
The Chatfleld woman gets sore as
heck when they come in, and jumps
up and slams the door. I thought
she was going to have a stroke.
Maybe I’d have got my money out
of her, if she hadn’t been so mad
when she sees them out in the hall.”
"Do you know anything about the
death of Miss Chatfleld?”
"What do you mean, Hunt?”
"I mean do you know of what, or
how she died?”
"I don’t know anything, except
what I read in the papers the next
day. They said it was suicide.
Why?”
"Has it ever occurred to you that
it might have been murder?” For a
long moment George Rumble gazed
at Rogers without speaking. Rog
ers added: "When did you leave the
house that night?"
"About nine o’clock.”
"She was alive then?”
"What are you getting at?”
"The woman was murdered; can
you tell us anything about it?”
"I didn’t do it. I left her stiU
alive. There wasn’t any reason for
me to kill her. She owed me mon
ey, and we had a row, and I threat
ened to sue, and she tried to kick me
out, and I says: ’No you don’t, old
girl; there ain’t no woman ^oing to
kick me out of any house. I’m a
gentleman and I’ll walk out like
one.* "
We fell silent for a few minutes
while overhead in the old pepper
tree the little green parrakeets
scolded and shrilled.
"I wish you could help us out
about that night, George,” observed
Rogers casually.
"I wish I could too, Hunt.”
"Did anything arouse your suspi
cions while you were there; any
thing that would lead you to believe
that Miss Chatfleld was about to be
murdered?”
"No-o. I guess not. You see it’s
a year and a half, almost, since
that happened; andf the thing I re
member, of course, is the row I
had with her.”
Conversation lagged; we had ex
hausted all that was obvious in the
affair.
"Do you know where Elsa is?’*
Rogers inquired of a sudden.
"All I know is that some guy—a
Mex, who speaks English—said
when I first came out that she had
gone out horseback riding.”
"Alone?”
"I didn’t ask.”
We had had our talk with George
Rumble; the explanation of the pic
ture in the rotogravure section had
been made, and I was ready to re
turn to town. But Rogers was in
clined to linger, although we had
discovered that neithef Sam Chat
fleld nor Berta was at home and
there seemed no object in remain
ing.
"You don’t know, of course, when
Elsa is expected back?” inquired
Rogers of Rumble.
"No, I don’t, Hunt.”
Rogers got up from the patio
bench and began a leisurely exami
nation of the flowers and the riot of
tropical shrubbery. Finally he
pushed open an old grilled gate
which led to a graveled courtyard,
or bare plaza. The huge house
formed one side of the open square.
A long low line of adobe buildings
with barred windows housed the of
flce of the ranch and the store
houses, a third side was the living
quarters of the ranch workers, the
fourth that of the stables.
I followed Rogers, leaving Rum
ble sitting alone, smoking a brown
paper cigarette in solitude. As we
sauntered toward the stables, the
actions of a man in the courtyard,
near a gate which opened upon the
fields of the rancho, drew our atten
tion. He was stooping above the
form of a brown dog lying on the
ground. As we drew near he emp
tied the contents of a bottle upon a
dirty rag and held it to the dog’s
nose, and the dog quivered slightly
as if from a chill.
"The dog is old," said Rogers in
Spanish.
"Very old, sir,” the man replied,
looking up sadly. "It is best that he
should die now, sir.” He caught a
whiff of something and turned his
head away.
"Chloroform,” I said to Rogers.
"Yes,” he answered, and stooped
to pick up the empty bottle the man
had discarded. "He’ll die quickly,”
he said to the executioner.
"Yes, sir. Senora Chatfleld would
not have him shot. She said this
was merciful.”
"The senora gave you the drug?”
"Yes, sir. Do you think the dog
is dead, sir?”
"Not yet, but soon.”
While I was standing there, gaz
ing at this odd scene, my ears
picked up the sound of hoof beats.
For a moment or two their source
was not apparent. I walked through
the gate and out into the open away
from the stables. Rogers followed
me. Across the wide fields along an
unpaved ranch roadway leading to
the house, came pounding a horse
and rider as if in a tremendous hur
ry to arrive. A hundred yards or
so behind was a second horseman
following in the wake of the other.
As they came nearer in their mad
race, I made out the figure of Elsa
astride the leading horse, and on
the other Chesebro. Elsa seemed
to be flying for her life; she was
leaning far over the neck of her
mount and applying a short quirt in
vicious mechanical strokes, her arm
rising and falling as if geared to
the flying hoofs of her horse.
They drew rapidly toward us.
Elsa, looking back over her shoul
der, of a sudden sat erect and reined
in her horse. There was something
very intent about her every action.
She had not discovered us, stand
ing as we were beside the huge
wheel of an old oxcart. She was in
tent upon Chesebro now reining up
at her side. She sat quietly astride
her horse which, with heaving flanks,
was uneasy and nervous after the
run.
Rogers grunted half In astonish
ment at something, half in warning
to me; he seemed to sense what
was about to happen. For there
was something deadly in Elsa’s
firmly seated figure, in the way she
held herself in readiness. Chese
bro’s restless horse sidled close to
Elsa’s. Chesebro’s hand was extend
ed as if in expostulation, in pro
test, in appeal to an iron some
thing in Elsa.
It was all too apparent now that
Elsa had not so much been flying
for her life as running away from
a situation that had angered her,
and had now thought better of it and
was decided upon action. That ac
tion was so swift, so startling and
so cruel that I gasped, scarcely able
as I was to follow the figure that
stiffened in the stirrups, the arm
that rose and fell like lightning.
The lash of the short quirt which
Elsa only a few moments before
had used upon her horse struck
Chesebro across the face. I still
can remember the sound of it, can
see the white line it left along his
fat cheek. Elsa’s horse reared. She
clung to the saddle without touching
the pommel, so intent was she upon
the object of her wrath. Chese
bro’s horse whirled about, but didn’t
bolt; the man was dazed, bewil
dered by the blow.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Smart Wool Dress
\X/'HEN the mornings turn brisk
’ * it is time to think of a smart
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first choice for this new season’s
dress—it is right for all materials,
all figures.
• • •
Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1757-B Is de
signed for sizes 12. 14, 16, 18, 20; 40 and
42. Corresponding bust measurements 30,
32, 34, 36. 38, 40 and 42. Size 14 (32) with
short sleeves, requires 3>/« yards 39-inch
material.
Circle Yoked Frock
“'T'OO cunning for words” is the
-*• way you’ll feel about this cir
cle yoked frock, once it is made
up and on your small daughter!
Be sure to add the ric-rac perky
bow and all, as a finishing touch!
• • •
Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1867 is de
signed for sizes 1. 2. 3, 4 and 3 years.
Size 2 dress, l*,i yards 35 or 39-inch ma
terial. panties */» yard, 3'/» yards ric-rac
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Four years ago, the passengers
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